The Best Santa Claus Ever

 The Best Santa Claus Ever


A fellow of proper age, girth, and beard.

Ruddy-red cheeks, real snow-white whiskers,

And a belly, when he laughed, “like a bowlful of jelly.”

The perfect Santa.

If I were a kid, I’d believe him to be real.

And I patted him on the shoulder, and told him so.

But, as is often the case with three-year olds,

Our little grandson August was shy, and stayed away.

Probably too different in appearance, what with his red clothes and cap.

The whiskers wouldn’t have scared him.

His Daddy has more.


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